Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

Luke

If lightning struck me dead right there in Clemson’s living room, I’d die a happy man. Looking down at her body, spread out for me on the flimsy massage table, was like a visual feast. I didn’t know where to start, but I fortunately wasn’t so far gone that I was paralyzed by the lust flooding my system.

My senses were on a carnival ride. Looking at her tanned and toned body made my dick swell to an uncomfortable predicament because it was still jammed in my jeans. Smelling the fragrance she wore—or possibly it was just her natural scent—made me dizzy. Touching her silky skin and the firm, tight muscles beneath had me imagining all kinds of dirty things. The many positions I longed to fuck her in topped the list, and I had to give my head a shake to focus.

When she produced a massage table out of thin air, I made a mental note to say a few extra thank-yous to karma that night when I went to sleep. When she set a bottle of citrus-scented oil on the coffee table, I added a few more to the total.

I got to work on her shoulders and back. I had no idea what I was doing, but her body was an easy landscape to navigate. Every muscle was beautifully defined. The slick sound of my oiled hands on her body drove me crazy and to touch her more.

I wanted all of her tonight, and had to remind myself to follow her cues. The evening had been perfect so far, and I wouldn’t let my impatient dick screw it up.

But Christ, I wanted to fuck her so badly I could’ve wept about it. I hit a particularly tender spot in her lower back and noticed her whole body stiffen.

“Did I hurt you, darling?” I asked, surprising myself with the endearment. It came right out without me thinking.

She didn’t seem to mind at all, though.

She deserved to be called sweet names. She deserved a lot of things I wanted for her.

“It’s always a tender spot,” she said. “Old injury there. I think my reaction has more to do with the memory of the pain than actual pain.” She sighed through a luxurious moan and added, “That feels incredible.”

“I could do this every day. I’m honored to be touching you like this,” I told her honestly. I didn’t want to overwhelm her with the intensity of my feelings but hoped she would share where she was at.

Spending some time on her thighs and calves, I finished that side with her pretty feet. Internally, I marveled at how soft her skin was. For someone who spent so much time in the water, I would’ve expected it to be much dryer. Chlorine was pretty harsh, from what I recalled of summers spent swimming and splashing with my cousins. The way my eyes burned and were cloudy when I would go to sleep those nights felt like a core childhood memory.

“How is your skin so silky?” I asked. “I’ve never felt anything so smooth. Do you want to turn over?”

Please say yes. Please say yes .

“I use a ton of moisturizer,” she answered while sitting up. “Are you sure you want to do more? I feel so greedy.” Her smile was shy, but she didn’t cover her body while we spoke.

“Oh, trust me, it’s completely my pleasure. Lie back,” I instructed and didn’t miss her rough swallow at my direct instruction.

Interesting. I couldn’t help but wonder how much more of a dominant hand she was craving. Maybe unknowingly, even.

When she was back in position on the table, I surveyed her from head to toe. I made a point to take my time and let her anticipation build before returning my hands to her glorious body.

But first, I had to kiss her.

She looked up at me with impossibly wide eyes.

I approached slowly, making my intention clear and giving her an opportunity to slow things down.

Instead, she reached her arms toward me and encircled my neck when I was within reach.

With me looming over her, we kissed for long minutes. I returned to massaging her arms and shoulders while exploring her mouth. I trailed kisses along her jaw to back behind her ear, and she undulated beneath my touch.

“Feel good?” I asked. Goaded, really.

“Sooooo good. My God, so good.”

“I don’t want to get oil on your lingerie,” I said. We both knew it was an excuse to get her out of the last two pieces of clothing she wore, but I wasn’t above the ploy.

Seductively, she slid her bra straps down her arms and then executed that magical little number of steps a woman knew precisely how to get that damn thing off.

The combination of her age and level of physical fitness produced the most beautiful, natural set of breasts I’d ever seen. They weren’t too big or too small and sat high on her chest. The stark contrast between where her skin had been bronzed by the sun and where she remained incredibly pale beneath a bathing suit was so incredibly sexy.

I traced the outline of her tan, first with my hands, and then with my mouth.

Clemson was completely onboard with my attention. She arched into my mouth when I covered her nipple with rough suction, moaning in that husky alto voice of hers.

My cock was begging for attention too, leaving a damp reminder of how desperate I was getting.

Unless she fully begged me, I vowed to make this night completely about her pleasure. I continued the pretense of the massage, moving gently down her abdomen and the length of her legs.

“Fuck, girl, these legs,” I groaned while imagining them wrapped tightly around my waist while I drove into her—then up on my shoulders as I went deeper still. I had to put a stop to that wild fantasy or I’d embarrass myself and come in my jeans. Not the way I wanted her to remember this evening.

She shocked me—and thrilled me—when she lifted her hips off the table and hooked her thumbs into the side bands of her panties and pulled them down. I was all too happy to help her out of them the rest of the way. And I couldn’t help but notice the dampness of the little cotton scrap when I tugged them over her ankles and dropped them to the floor beside my feet.

As I suspected, her body was free from hair. Everywhere but the goddess-like crown of blond waves on top of her head. Now, all that silky hair was fanned out, hanging down toward the floor over the table’s face rest.

“Are you comfortable, baby?” I purred, soaking in the glory of her nudity.

The girl could pose for artists as the perfect female form. She was simply breathtaking.

“I’m so good right now,” she said through a sexy little grin. “Please don’t stop,” she said quieter, a bit shyly again.

What man in his right mind would deny this girl anything she asked for?

“Oh, I’m not stopping. Can I make you come?” I asked while my massaging neared the juncture of her thighs. Over and over, I made long, firm strokes from her ankles to her pussy, stopping just before touching the special place.

With her eyes locked on mine, she gave me a quick nod. I didn’t waste time setting to my mission. I’d dreamed about her coming more times than I’d ever admit. The sounds she would make in that sultry voice, the expression on her gorgeous face, even watching as every strong muscle contracted and relaxed as she experienced the pleasure. Now, I couldn’t wait to find out how close to the truth I’d come.

Instead of moving directly to her pussy, I worked my way there, ramping up her desire and anticipation so by the time I did touch her pink folds, she let out a cry that bounced around the room a few times.

She slapped her hand over her mouth to stifle her sound, and I gently pulled it away.

“Oh no, darling. I want to hear every bit of that,” I said with a mischievous grin. “It’s like a symphony to my ears.”

“Feels so good,” she finally said. Her breathing had picked up, and her tits moved up and down as she inhaled and exhaled.

I bent over her and placed a kiss on her abdomen, just below her navel.

She froze.

So I gave her skin a slow lick too.

She responded with a long, “Mmmmmmm.”

That was all the encouragement I needed to move lower toward her sweet pussy. I wanted to taste her there more than I wanted air to breathe.

Clemson widened her legs as far as she safely could on the massage table, and I went for it. Licking and sucking her with variable pressure and speed, trying to figure out how she liked it best. I wanted to slide a finger inside her body but was concerned about the table at that point.

“Baby, let’s go to your bed so I can really do this right. This table is making me a little nervous.”

I hated to stop the momentum, but her falling off the thing would be worse.

Without further conversation, she swung her legs off the table, grabbed me by the hand and towed me down the very short hallway to her bedroom. The little space was a freaking mess, but I had other things on my mind besides her housekeeping skills.

“On the bed,” I growled against her lips while we kissed. “Let me finish what I started.” I walked her backward until she hit her mattress, then followed her down on top of the disheveled heap.

“Sorry it’s such a mess in here,” she said, tugging a bunched-up pair of joggers out from beneath her body. She tossed them on the floor and scooted toward the headboard.

“What mess? My focus is very narrow at the moment,” I said with a wink and wrenched her legs farther apart.

“Jesus Christ,” she replied, and I wasn’t sure if it was caused by the hungry look on my face or the needy way my cock was pushing at the material of my jeans.

I got back to work bringing her to what I hoped would be the best climax of her life, and when she finally burst, I watched, completely transfixed, as the pleasure reached every inch of her body.

The grin on her full lips matched my triumphant one until we crashed together again in a long, deep kiss.

“I could worship you for the rest of the night and not get tired of it,” I said. “You taste so fucking good. I know what my new distraction is going to be at work now.”

She laughed and burrowed against my chest.

I ran my fingers through her long hair, and in minutes, her breathing leveled off and she was sleeping.

I closed my eyes for just a few minutes and let my body calm down a bit. The next time either one of us stirred, the sun was shining through the open blinds across the cramped room.

“Holy shit,” I said when I found a digital clock on her bedside table. “Shit…”

She finally stirred. “Oh, crap, we fell asleep.”

I kissed the top of head. “I have to go. I’m going to be late for work,” I said as I maneuvered out from under her. My phone was still in my back pocket from the night before, though it was hanging halfway out. I gave the thing a quick look before shoving it back in my pocket and meeting her stare from where she lay, rumpled and gorgeous on the bed.

“I wish I didn’t have to bolt like this.”

“I understand,” she said, putting her hand out to squeeze mine. “Go so you’re not late. Or later than you already are. Talk later?” she asked, and I didn’t miss the hopeful lilt to her voice.

Leaning over the bed, I gave her another kiss. “Count on it,” I whispered before one last peck. “I’ll let myself out. Sleep more if you can,” I told her and hoped she’d listen. Classes were about to start, and she’d be running on empty again.

“Kay,” she said softly, closing her eyes and settling into the pillow. “Bye, Luke.”

“See you soon, babe.”

And I raced back to my place to shower and get ready for work. A big, satisfied grin remained in place for the rest of the morning.